My words were cast
To Januarys rain
Upon the wind
I bore the blame
The phrase I threw
Was without friends
Free of sympathy
Until time ends.
Alone within
The shaken night
Head bowed below
A misty streetlight
A heartbeat that
Recoiled in pain
A timeless kiss
Leaves its stain.
But slowly now
Each step retraced
A wounded man
Memories embraced
To fight each thought
Bitterness refrained
Upon Januarys night
The falling rain.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: June 29th, 2026 02:37
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